Sunday, October 7, 2012

Me Monster


There is a sign on my Grandmas fridge that says, “There are only two things in this life that you need to know: There is a God, and You are not Him”.


Some days…I praise the good Lord above for that…I praise Him that I don’t have to figure out what to do with this crazy world, I praise Him that His ways are higher than mine, that He knows the plans He has for me, that nothing can separate me from His love and that He works for the good of those who love him.

Other days….those verses I know so well in my heart don’t seem  to be louder than the insecure, loud, inner voice that wants to figure out everything right now. No, I do not mean tomorrow, I mean right now. As in, get a freakin piece of paper out, lets make a calendar and schedule in life the way its “supposed” to be.

I guess at the beginning of college, if I would have been able to do this (schedule out everything that would happen in my life)…I would be graduating in May, moving to D.C. and starting law school… and going into a profession that doesn’t have a my full heart. First of all, I would not have met my best friend and future husband. Second of all, I would have never figured out my passion for the non-profit world,  and third, I would have probably never had wanted to incorporate international relations into all of that.

So even though I know that I know that I know that His ways are higher….my feeble brain seems to claw at wanting things my way.

In this Bible study I am doing now with some of my friends here at school, we are studying insecurity and talking a lot about realizing what you are thinking about and trying to take hold of your thoughts for something greater.

For the next few days try and realize what you are thinking about as you go throughout your day… take hold of your thoughts. Verbalize them.

One of my friends describes the nature of humans and their daily thoughts as:
“ me me me me me me me me umm kind of you but not really…back to me me me memmememe…….Us (but mainly me)...memememememememmemememememee.”

Me until everyone thinks I have it all together. Me until I really think I have it all together. Me because I know I don’t have it all together.

I was trying this process of verbalizing my thoughts this past week and found out that sometimes my thoughts are hilarious, absurd and ridiculous (who knew right?).

I was going running the other day, training for my HUGE 5K race, and as me and my friend jogged by some girls getting into their cars in the parking lot, my first thought was, “Oh my gosh … they probably think we are so athletic”. My next thought? “I am probably running so fast that they wish they were me”.

Ok first of all. If you have ever seen me run, you KNOW that these poor girls were not thinking I was “ so athletic”. And from my 11 minute (very proud of it) mile time, I can tell you for an absolute fact that these girls were not thinking about how fast I was running. I can actually bet that they were most likely NOT thinking anything about me.  But, I was thinking about me…trying to make “me” feel better, more justified, more “ok” at this life.

My mom calls it the me monster. Man I hate the me monster…I hate who the me monster stands for…but I am definitely a me monster sometimes.

As I progress in this Bible study and in life (day by day), I am figuring out slowly that NOTHING is going to justify me, nothing is going to make me feel better, nothing is going to help me feel like I have got this life thing in the bag. Not an amazing man, not a great career, not the perfect outfit…nothing can satisfy me the way my soul craves. None but Jesus.

We are all imperfect beings running around to other imperfect beings …all of us trying to derive some sort of satisfaction for the life that each of us  is living. Doesn’t it make sense that one imperfect being cannot satisfy another? Or that an imperfect being is just that...imperfect? That he/she cannot be ok their own…that they NEED, DESIRE, WANT, and BEG for some ounce of perfection to save them from the stupid, monotonous, idiotic and suffocating cycle that is constantly yearning for something more.

C.S Lewis once said, “If I discover within myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world”.  

So today, after a tearful conversation of “what-ifs” with Rudolf  (who I might add.. is probably going to be nominated for sainthood upon his death just like my dad is, and who takes all the tears/laughs and emotional rollercoasters I can throw at him in perfect stride) …I have come up with the following conclusion:

No, I don’t know how I am going to like it in Brussels this time around, no I don’t know if I will end up staying in a foreign country for many years, no I don’t know where exactly I will be living in January, no I don’t know my routine yet for the spring, no I don’t know if I can handle all of it and do all of it well. 

Yes, Lord, I would love for you to quickly reveal all of this and more to me in a dream. Yes, Lord, I would love for you to merge two oceans, allowing me to be with all the people I love at the same time…in the mean time you could also merge Texas with St. Louis as well. 

And yes, Lord…. Somewhere in me I know that you are God, and I am not. And that I know you carry me each and every step of this life. I know that you love me, that you are full of grace and mercy in ways I don’t comprehend. I know that you give me chances and opportunities that I don’t deserve.  And I know that if the “me-monster” was God…we’d all be in a lot of trouble.  

Thank you Lord for loving me, even when I am so consumed with myself and my desires…God please help me love others just a bit of the way you do. Help me give my life to the grace you give, the hope you provide and the unending LOVE that you are…help me live for something that is way greater than anything this “me” can ever imagine.



For more information about the me monster:  :) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NiUsfEkVRDY- Brian Regan Me Monster

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Like My Momma Does


No it is not my Mom’s birthday, nor is it mother’s day… but I wanted her to know in a special way today that I love her and am SO proud of who she is.

I am often called mini-Penny. This phrase used to scare the daylights out of me….because I swore to myself I would never talk to strangers like she did, that I would never accidentally imitate the accents of foreigners like she did, that I would never speak as loudly as she did in movies....

And today, after reminiscing a bit, tearing up a bit and thanking the Lord a bit…I realized that not only do I do all of those things like my mother, but I am so thankful that I do.

My dad started a new job this week at our church. Everyone is SO proud of him, so thankful for him and treasures his advice, words of encouragement and expertise so much. Me and my family are of course overwhelmed with pride for him. And I will be the very first person to admit that I am a daddy’s girl. My dad is such an incredible example for a young girl of what her heavenly father looks like. No, Bob Bollinger is not perfect…but he’s as pretty close to Hercules as one can get in my mind. He has taught me through his words and actions to love the Lord wholeheartedly and to care deeply for those around you. I am so blessed to have the father that I do, and now have a fiancée that so closely resembles him in so many ways.

I say all of that to say, my dad has gotten a lot of press throughout the last four years. He has battled a tumor, long rounds of chemotherapy, and taken countless amounts of pills that have done everything but killed him. Don’t get me wrong, I am so proud of my dad, so blessed by him and have learned so much from watching him love the Lord so consistently through all of this….but the person at the end of the day behind my dad and my family is my mom.

That woman has been such a strong, quiet (yes, I said quiet) warrior for my family.

I wrote a letter to my Mom that I read to our church for Mother’s Day 2009 right after dad got sick…here is an excerpt from it

 “ I think a major problem in this world is our selfish nature---how we each individual human focuses only on ourselves.. We all do it, constantly. I think that is why so many diseases, wars and conflicts occur every single second of every single day…we just can’t get past ourselves.
            Let me tell you one thing--- whether it is staying up with my brother forcing him to do geometry homework or holding me while watching a chick flick after a really bad break up--- my mom definitely defies her selfish nature to take care of us.
            She may be thoroughly exhausted by the time we get home from school after she goes to the hospital with my dad, but she somehow focuses on us…we turn to her and depend on her like nothing ever changed. And she gets the job done. She is the reason this family still works. My dad may be sick but my mom picks up his slack and remains her amazing self— a little loud but WAY full of life in a way we should all want to be.
In the past six months, I have come to understand that our moms love us selflessly. They see the best in us even when we are crazy and emotional. They love us and take care of us no matter how tired hurt or frustrated they are.
 The strength and love that my mom has shown me and my family has helped me in my faith---you see, I see a glimpse of how God loves us in the way my mom loves me and takes care of me. She shows me that there must be a God and that this world may be ruled by selfish nature---but selfless love can defy that and conquer it.”

So fast forward three years…and now I am engaged, moving off to a foreign country in about 2 ½ months and my poor mom is left trying to love and support me through it all, which she does.
            Whether it has been through her countless hours of prayer for me and my future husband (which we now know is Rudolf), liking every post I have ever had on Facebook, sending me sweet text messages telling me to “remember whose image I’m made in”, taking me on spending sprees to Goodwill (don’t knock it til you try it people), or cuddling with me even when she doesn’t want to while we watch hoarders…. I have come to cherish, appreciate and look up to her and the way she loves me and ALL of those around her.

Today I am more like my mom than ever….and more proud to be than ever. I have her
mannerisms, her hand gestures, her laugh, her hands, her nose and her “gusto” for life… I pray that no matter what country I am, what language I am trying to speak (or imitate unknowingly), that I not only continue to have her qualities, but most importantly, that I seek the Lord the way she does … and that I try to love ALL people with God’s love, just like my momma does.

In the letter that I read to my mom on mother’s day all those years ago…I told her I was going to miss her immeasurably that next year while off at college. And the same goes for right now almost four years later…

Mom, I am going to miss you so much while I’m in Belgium for the first part of next year. It hurts my heart to even think about it…but I want you to know that so much of who I am is because of you. I am SO honored to be called your daughter and promise to take all you have taught me everywhere I go in this life.

And I promise I will be home before you have grandchildren.

To all those reading that are not my mom: Love your moms, aunts, grandmas, and mother figures today...thank them for all they do--- they teach us a new version of strength each and every day with their sacrificial love. Remember all the times they did the dishes when you were just too tired? Or when they sent you that care package just at the right moment? Our Mom’s show us that selfless love does exist---and it is such a great example of God’s love in action. Try and love someone today the way your mom loved you….its the same way Jesus loves you! Remember that the care, love and appreciation from a mom to her children is only surpassed by one other man’s love…and he hung on a cross for his kids over two thousand years ago. 

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gX-04oKskFs

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Highs and Lows, Engagements and Weddings :)


Well there are a couple of things I could do with this blog post. One- I could apologize constantly for not updating all of you on the huge life events that have taken place in the past two months. Two- I could recount those events in detail which may take forty or fifty pages in Microsoft Word. Or 3, I could let you know the thoughts that run through my mind on a daily basis.

Let’s go with a mix of all three.
Thoughts on a daily basis (as I sit in my four hundred dollar office chair at work being stressed out by the millions of papers around me that I must sign and push to someone else’s desk):
            Oh my gosh I’m engaged… Ok it’s not that weird, it’s Rudolf . When’s the wedding? Where am I going to have the reception…..Oh my word why is Enterprise letting me sign as the “purchaser” on hundreds of vehicles….Is someone going to sue me for signing this someday? I have never purchased a car in my life. Dad does that…I guess Rudolf will do that. But do I need to know how to buy a car before I get married? Is that one of those “independence” things?? Where’s the list of things a girl should know before she grows up? Is that in the book of Leviticus somewhere? I should probably google that.

Ok. So there is a small glimpse into  how my thoughts have RACED lately. I am so blessed to be engaged. Rudolf is an amazing, Godly man who I am thrilled to spend forever with…and I am surprised each day that he continually still says yes to me. I am pretty sure that by the time we say our vows sometime next August, this type-A, perfectionist, worrier, over-achiever is going to emotionally kill my kind, patient, loving level-headed man. Here’s hoping Bailey’s anxiety about life doesn’t kill everyone before we even get to the good stuff.

I say that jokingly, but not. I have always struggled with wanting to make things perfect in my life, to “feel” like everything was in tip top shape. And I hardly remember a time when that was a reality. I have such high expectations for myself and the way my life should run that it can put a huge damper on just my day to day existence. Not that I am not blessed, grateful or excited about the things to come…but sometimes, when there are a bunch of new changes all arising in front of me, I want to handle ALL of them right now and make sure that they are ALL going to be ok.

When you are talking about a new job, graduating in December, taking a summer school class, saving money for the future, figuring out an internship in Brussels for the spring, applying to grad school, thinking about life overseas, and PLANNING my freaking wedding….fixing everything right now is not really an option. Which is a tough pill for this anxious one to swallow.

A couple of big life updates:
1. Yes, I got engaged in Paris J The whole trip abroad was incredible. I got to see and get to know Rudolf’s family. It was so neat to see so many different members of his family and once again realize that I am going to be a part of two families who are worlds away from each other, but who are so much alike. Both love Jesus, serve him and are pretty goofy and fun in there own ways . I enjoyed countless nights sitting with Rudolf’s mom and dad, getting to know them more and more and relaxing at their home. Rudolf’s mom and I also had several incredible conversations about the Lord…that spoke so clearly to my heart, and brought such joy to me, realizing even in more detail the type of heritage both Rudolf and I have.  We left for Paris as a surprise quick trip to visit one of Rudolf’s friends. I honestly had a feeling Rudolf may propose during the trip…because well..IT’S PARIS. We stayed for a few days, visited the sites, got to go to DISNEYLAND IN PARIS, and had some wonderful memories. The entire time in Disneyland we decided Paris had stolen joy from the rest of the world. First of all, it’s the city  where everyone supposedly falls in love, it has incredible history, phenomenal cites…and on top of it all, Disney decided to plant a themepark just outside the city. Really? What about Moscow, Oslom, Berlin, Zurich, or any other cold, sad city in the world? Nope. Disney decided to just double the love with a beautiful themepark, wonderful characters and of course, a PINK castle.
                  Anyway. We got to the last night of our trip and nothing had happened…so I thought maybe I was crazy and to just not think about anymore. Well after dinner, Rudolf wanted to show one of his favorite jazz/blues places in the city, or so I thought.  We headed over in a taxi, and when we got out Rudolf told me the place we were going was just across the bridge. And all of a sudden, on the bridge, I realized we were outside the Louvre, over the Seine, on the famous lockbridge, where couples come and put a lock on the bridge and throw the lock in the river to symbolize their everlasting love. I got really excited that this jazz place was right out side the Louvre and decided we needed to take a few pictures on the bridge. I was still mostly oblivious at this time. We take a few pictures, hug, and all of a sudden Rudolf pulls back and starts telling me how he always knew it was me. And all I can remember is asking, “Umm so are we going to the jazz place babe”…he just smiled, shook his head, and got on one knee. He started telling me a whole bunch of  amazing things that to be honest I have no memory of…I was a little excited. And then, all of a sudden he says…”Bailey Jo, will you marry me?” I remember squealing yes, hugging my man, and wanting to start taking pictures with my beautiful ring. It was a memorable engagement, but I just can’t wait to start the rest of our lives…especially in the same city J I love the way he loves me, so unconditionally, steady and true. Constantly reminds me how Jesus loves me. Rudolf challenges me spiritually, intellectually and emotionally everyday and I am so excited to grow with him for the rest of my life, no matter what continent that is on J

2. I am graduating early- Rudolf and I are really excited about spending six months before we get married in the same city together. He will be working and I will be interning in Brussels, giving us some much needed “normalcy” before all the wedding craziness begins. I will be graduating in December with a Social Science degree, minor in International Relations and Philosophy and headed to intern (hopefully with a branch of the US Government) in mid-Januray. We will head home in August, get married mid August, honeymoon and head back to Europe for a year that September so I can complete my master’s degree in International Law at the University of Kent in Brussels. I don’t know where we are going to be after that year, but I know that the Lord will gudie us. We are really excited about looking into some travelling and volunteering opportunities before settling down somewhere, most likely in the states somewhere. But who knows? We serve a big God, who knows where he will take us, teach us, and show us about this wonderful world.

3. I miss Kamp, being at work all day is hard. I love Enterprise and the people at the company where I work, but I think I was a little spoiled with the summer job I had for the past two summers. I have been so used to work that means so much to me, work that I put my heart and soul into, work that is so hard but so rewarding. I loved my eleven and twelve year old girls that I took care of all summer, I put my all in them and constantly sought the Lord to try and grow the way he wanted me to so I could love them the way He need me to. Needless to say, sifting through a whole bunch of documents about vehicles being rented and leased for different companies is not the same kind of heart-wrenching work. It has definitely taken some getting used to, but again, the Lord is faithful. I have been placed on a team that has two wonderful Christian ladies that have taken me in, treated me like a friend and been so unbelievably kind to me.  Through all this crazy stuff with my dad, they were so supportive, told me they were praying for him and dedicated on keeping in touch with me beyond work. I know that the work may not have Jesus all over it, but I know that God is at work in that building and uses people despite how boring or business like the job is. Praise God for that.

4. Bob Bollinger does not have cancer. Praise the Lord. Back in May, before I left for Europe, my Dad sat all of us down, told his he had a bad scan a few weeks back and that they needed to do some follow up work on his lymphnods in his throat. Needless to say, the next weeks were agonizing, we never knew what was exactly wrong or what to expect. It was hard to not think the worst, but then again, I couldn’t let myself “go there” in my brain just yet, it was just too scary. Dad had another scan when I got back from Europe, the “problem area’ in his throat was still there, so they decided to take out his tonsils and his lympnods in his throat to biopsy whatever “it” was and make sure it wasn’t his cancer coming back. At that point, I honestly thought it was cancer, I knew dad had lymphoma before and I couldn’t figure out why his lympnods would be affected again if it wasn’t the cancer coming back. I am so glad that I serve a bigger God than what I am, because what “it” actually was…was a virus that can look like cancer and they got all of it when they removed his tonsils and lymphnods.  We had people all over the world praying, and I honestly think that it is because of all of those people that we are sitting here cancer free today. God is faithful and hears the prayers of his people.

5.  I got to be a bridesmaid in my first wedding. And I am so excited that my friend Meleah’s wedding was the first one I have ever been in. Her love story with her now husband Ricardo is everything I want, have and more. I watched Meleah and Ricardo fall in love a few years ago, and I looked up to both of them so much. I observed how they acted, loved each other and just were so normal around each other constantly. It was one of the first couples my age that were living out their faith in their relationship that I got to watch all the time. They were such a great example for me. I remember watching Ricardo look at Meleah at dinner at school sometimes, and seeing the love he had for her just spill over in everything he did. He was not mushy, over bearing, over physical…but you knew he unwaveringly, unconditionally loved her. I don’t know if Meleah knew it at that time, but I knew that Ricardo was the one for her way back then. I remember the way they conducted themselves, what they stood for and the way they talked about each other during my first year at school so vividly.  I knew I wanted that. I wanted that kind of relationship…that stood for so much more than what most couples my age were standing for. I think that one of the reasons I have what I have today is because of the way I looked up to Meleah and Ricardo. It was so WONDERFUL being able to be her maid, helping her, loving her, hearing her laugh and cry. It made me that much more excited for my special day. It was so fun to be a part of SUCH a special day for a couple that I looked up to so much, a couple that I know in my heart are MADE for each other, and who share such genuine love based on Christ. Their ceremony was Christ centered, their reception, decorations, and I know their lives will be as well. I am so excited to see where God takes them. Meleah had been fervently praying for good weather for her all outdoors ceremony and reception since the day she got engaged ten months ago. And to be honest, I thought the Lord would grant the “no rain” part of that prayer, but not the “no heat” part of the prayer. Well, the Lord hears the prayer of a young woman who seeks him all the time….becuase yesterday, it rained mid-afternoon and cooled the whole wedding ceremony and reception down by twenty degrees. It was partly sunny and 75 the entire time of the wedding activites. We have had over 100 degree temperatures for ten days in a  row here in Missouri, and this was literally the only four hour break that happened in the course of these past two weeks. Coincidence? I think not. I hope to learn to pray like Meleah does, to constantly seek the Lord and know that His way is the only way to true life. How blessed I am to have such Godly, encouraging friends to help through this life.

Love endures all things, hopes all things and endures all things. And that love can only stem from Jesus Christ. 

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

The Worrying Olympics

I have come to realize that I am really good at worrying. If worry was an Olympic sport… I would sign myself up in the categories of anxiety, overanalyzing and people-pleasing.  I think I would win a gold, silver and bronze, in that order.
            If I could put worrying on my resumee, I would.
            “Bailey Bollinger, excellent student, loving daughter, girlfriend, and friend, top-notch worrier: She can do all your worrying for you!”
            I wish I was kidding. There are times in my life that I get worried about other people’s problems. And by other people’s problems I mean anything from world hunger, to human trafficking problems, to whether or not my friend has a good grade in her Anatomy class. Or how many chapel skips my roommate has. And even, whether a co-worker got that internship she talked about last week one time.
            Sometimes when I lay down at night, I can literally hear the tracks in my brain running at full speed. I picture a little, hamster on a wheel inside my brain running as fast as his poor little body can in order to keep up with my crazy train of thoughts.
            What if I my alarm doesn’t work for class tomorrow morning…and then I miss, and then my teacher gets mad and flunks me and then I can’t graduate  and then no other school will want me and then I will have to stay in America and work at McDonald’s forever and live at home with Blue. Ok the very last part isn’t so bad. What if BLUE DIES????? SHES GOING TO DIE SOMEDAY I JUST KNOW IT. HOW DO I MAKE IT SO SHE CAN’T DIE?? ….. Ok now it’s bad.
            I read a bible study recently that paraphrased Philippians 4;6,7 into what the author  ACTUALLY DOES on a normal, daily basis. Here is my own paraphrase of those verses: “Do not be calm about anything, but in EVERYTHING by stressing out and having panic attacks, with indecision and sleeplessness forget to tell God your requests and just worry; And the uneasiness of your spirit which transcends your WHOLE body will cause you ulcers, stomach issues and insomnia and then you will utterly lose your freaking mind.”
            I laughed out loud reading the author’s paraphrasing and all I thought was….ME TOOO!!! PRAISE JESUS I AM NOT ALONE!!!!! And then there was the….oh my gosh I am totally going to lose my mind.
            And just before I started worrying about losing my mind because I was worrying…I heard this still small voice in my heart go…Whoa, Bailey Jo…heyyyy…talk to me darling, talk to me…I’m right here…talk to me sweet girl, I haven’t gone anywhere.
            I almost picture my dad’s voice…because I can hear him say…Bailey Jo, heyyyyy look at me, it’s going to be ok, everythings alright, I’ll take care of things. And then I see myself, about five or six, climb up into his lap, sob for a little while about the  “overwhelmingness” of everything and finally realize that it REALLY is going to be all ok.
            A couple things I have learned in this life….1. I am SO very thankful for the earthly father that Jesus has given me. He teaches me every day what it means to love people unconditionally and how a man should lead and love his wife and family. 2.  My dad isn’t perfect, he makes mistakes, he has faults, he’s human…and there are times when I am completely without him, like when I’m in a foreign city for the first time.  But the most important thing that I have grasped over the past eight months, is that I have a heavenly father who IS ALWAYS THERE.
             He’s there in St. Louis, in Springfield, in a little cabin in Lampe, MO, in Clay County Kentucky, in Brussels, Belgium, on the metro, on the tram, in a small pub,  on the dark streets of a new city when I’m by myself, in London, in Paris, and even right here in this little cubicle I call home. And no, I don’t hear him from the loud speakers at football games, or from the stage of a rock concert… but man, His still, small, quieting voice can warp my whole heart in one moment. 
            Someone once told me it is important to look at yourself as your “kid” self sometimes…because that is who we are when we are under our “father’s wings”. Well, as a kid,  and pre-teen, I was this awkward, glasses-wearing, braces filled, dangly thing…Who had no idea what life was about. Who was scared of thunderstorms, the rapture, and any sort of change. And I know that when I worry…I revet right back to that little girl, so scared and vulrenable of everything.   I am so glad I serve a God who loved that dangly little girl so much. Even when she didn’t even like herself all that much…He loved her, just like her big strong Earthly daddy did … And in that moment, I see my Jesus, pick me up and hold me tight until I can remember who I am and who He has made me to be and how he has clothed me with his strength and his dignity! (Proverbs 31:25)
            I know that the Lord puts certain people into our lives in order for “His” role to be filled in certain ways. I know that God can act without people, but I also know that I have been touched, inspired and moved by people in my life caring for me, and loving me in ways and situations that only God knew I needed. I feel like I’m seeing a little bit of a transition of two of those people in my life right now (No dad your not off the hook yet, don’t get so excited lol) …and it’s the weirdest, most comforting, God thing. The Lord is showing me that even though I’ve grown up a little, and think I can handle this whole thing on my own, he’s still going to put people (cough person cough) in my life to help calm the raging seas and turn my eyes back towards Him.
            Look at your life. Look at the people who love you and who have loved you in specific ways that blew you away. Maybe I’m crazy…but to me, that’s God’s love at its’ finest.
            So yes, I still struggle with worrying. It is an ongoing battle. I am working on “learning to let go and let God”…whatever the crap that means because I sure as heck haven’t figured it out. Lol. I know that this worrying thing isn’t just going to go away, but I also know that as I battle this, I am so thankful that just when I feel like I am about to fall off the ledge, I hear that still small voice whispering…”Bailey it’s ok. I promise.”
             And sometimes, that voice comes in the form of an Earthly dad, an incredible boyfriend, or a best friend I call mom. But whether or not that voice is actually audible…I promise you one thing…It’s there. He’s there. Take some time to listen to it. I know I need to.
            So He said, “Go forth and stand on the mountain before the LORD.” And behold, the LORD was passing by! And a great and strong wind was rending the mountains and breaking in pieces the rocks before the LORD; but the LORD was not in the wind. And after the wind an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. 12 After the earthquake a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire; and after the fire, a still small voice.” 1 Kings 19:11

Monday, March 26, 2012

Roadtrip of a Lifetime

            It is crazy to think that it has been almost three weeks since Rudolf came and went. I definitely had the trip of a lifetime. I learned so much about our relationship and that this “love story” that we have is able to function on both sides of the Atlantic!
            Well Friday March 2 is almost a complete blur to me. I am sure I was in Springfield at some point going to my final classes before spring break…but if you ask me about most of that morning, I might as well have been in a coma. I’m sure people asked me things like, “How’s your morning Bailey?” or “What did you eat for breakfast?” or even “How’d that test go yesterday?”. All of which I am pretty sure I responded with…”Rudolf comes TODAY!!!!!!”
            I got to the airport about an hour early. I paced. And went to the bathroom. And paced. And changed the chair I was sitting in twelve times. AND FINALLY two hours later (his flight was late), the man of the hour (of actually the year) walked out. I had pictured this moment in my mind so many times. I was going to yell his name and run to him and blah blah blah. What actually happened is that I had a complete out of body experience…ran to him without saying a word and just jumped into his arms before I think he knew who he was hugging. All I remember saying over and over again was…HIIIII, WOWWWW, HIIIIIII. We had some really deep conversations that first few minutes.
            The first twenty four hours Rudolf was in town still seems like a blur to me. I remember reaching out to touch him several times just to make sure I really hadn’t lost my mind. Sunday was a really good day for my whole family. We got to go to church, relax afterwards and then hang out with my extended family that evening. It was so fun to just relax with some of my cousins and aunt and uncle and have them meet someone that is so close to my heart. I loved seeing Rudolf hang out with everyone. It was like seeing my two worlds intermix. Seeing people I love on both sides of the ocean get to know each other and have fun together. Such a cool experience.
            Monday I got to witness my city man become a true country boy. When my mom and I drove up to my grandparents house (who live in the middle of no where Missouri), there was Rudolf out on the tractor next to my Dad and Grandpa. That whole day was so fun for me. Seeing Rudolf’s love for the outdoors come out and seeing him bond with even more of my family was so neat. I’m a little afraid that Ruodlf liked that country farm house a little TOO much. I made it very clear that I needed to live within 20 minutes of a mall someday ( I mean I am still my mother’s daughter).
            The next day we started more of our Roadtrip. We got to visit Lambert’s, Home of the Throwed Rolls, where we were served the largest soda’s we both had ever seen. It was funny to me how shocked Rudolf was about all the “free” food at Lambert’s…I think we paid a total of 13 dollars for our meal which included a Barbeque sandwhich, fried okra, fried potatoes, apple butter, fries, rolls, and two LARGE sodas. Now that’s “Merica”.
            Later that day Rudolf and I got to visit Memphis before heading down to Texas to visit my aunt’s and cousins on my mom’s side of the family. We definitely took a wrong turn trying to get to Memphis and ended up driving straight through the rough side of town. Suprisingly, I was the driver during this section of the roadtrip, which is shocking because I usually am so good at navigating. Memphis was a lot of fun: good barbeque, good blues music, a fun tram ride,  and lots of people all around willing and wanting to tell you about their city.
            The next day Rudolf and I spent most of the day in the car heading down to Texas. We almost died at one point when I made Rudolf cut through five lanes of traffic to get off at the next exit. Why did we need to get off at that next exit you ask? TACO BUENO. Those of you who know me understand that this needs no explanation. I think Rudolf definitely saw all of me on this trip, the good, the bad, and the crazy Taco Bueno lady. I am blessed he didn’t want to get on a plane right then and there ;)
            Texas was wonderful. Again, it was so neat that entire week to feel such love from ALL my family members all over the country. They each went out of their way to make sure that they could see us and hang out with us, even if it was just for a few minutes. I was so proud to show my wonderful man just how great my family is. They may be a little loud, a little crazy, but I am so entirely blessed to have them in my life. As I got to watch Rudolf interact with just about everyone I know and love, my heart settled in a way I didn’t know it could. He melts right into our family. He can handle the craziness (or so he thinks), and he does it fantastically.
            At dinner the next night, Rudolf told me he tried a “social experiment” to try and get in on the conversation at dinner with my two aunts, my uncle and my cousin. Some of you may know that I get a little excited about things sometimes, and sometimes I’m just a little bit like my mother (who is very loud sometimes)…well when you put me around my two aunts (who are some of the greatest people I know, but a little loud sometimes), I start to get a little loud and excited too. You just can’t help yourself when you are around such great people you know??? J
            Rudolf said he counted that Uncle Jim only spoke once during dinner and my cousin Sam didn’t say one word at all lol. Rudolf said that he attempted to chime in several times using his European manners (supposedly everyone is a little bit quieter over there). When that didn’t work, he shouted like the rest of us. When in Rome I guess J
            Overall, it was one of the single greatest weeks I have ever had. I got to see my family meet one my best friends who means the world to me, and I got to see how well they interacted. Another thing that was amazing that week was seeing my relationship with Rudolf work in America. Right before he came, I was so nervous that I had literally lost my mind by falling in love with him. Could this guy really be the one for me? Was our relationship really that great in Brussels? I looked back at our pictures constantly and got to see myself so happy…would I still be that happy? Was I literally off my rocker for thinking this would work?
            No. I may be completely off my rocker still (for other reasons lol) but I was not crazy to fall in love with this man. This Godly man who loves me in the purest sense of the word, who teaches me everyday more and more about the way I want to treat people and who gently guides me back to the Lord all the time. He does not complete me, but man…I sure like myself a whole lot when I’m around Him. I am learning more and more each day about true love..and what’s funny about it is that it constantly reminds me of the Lord’s love for me.
            I ‘ve always known that my parent’s love me unconditionally, but they have to don’t they? I mean I literally am part of them…its kind of their duty to love the tall skinny brat they created. But Rudolf…He can leave whenever he wants to lol! But he doesn’t… he loves the quirks about me that I don’t even love. He loves the fact that I am clumsy, that I get lost easily, that I can’t cook food…He loves these quirks and is so excited to help me, comfort me and take care of me everyday. How can someone see the best in me even when I can’t?
            Rudolf is not perfect. We all have our weak moments…and I know for a fact that plenty of the quirks he loves now he will probably detest in about twenty years…but the analogy is still the same. No wonder Christ calls the church the bride and He acts as the groom…its the closest representation to true love He can show us! It’s the purest form of love our minds can logically wrap around. How could a being so great, so majestic, love me so much that He would give up His life for me? And how could that being, who knows everything about me  (all my faults, failures, issues, insecurities) still want to die for me even after He knew I would mess up time and time again?
            It’s funny…I have asked myself questions about Rudolf before that are kind of similar to these…and even though I can ask those questions and wonder why he loves me…I know he does. That fact never changes. His love for me is so evident in all He does, how he treats me, how he talks to me, how he takes care of me, etc. I don’t ever question his love for me…but I have bogged myself down with WHY  he does. Just like I do with Jesus.  
            I feel like some of my biggest struggles in life with Christ have been with this question. I have felt not good enough for His love, like I had made too many mistakes, my heart wasn’t right, my thought life was screwed up, I freakin had way too many issues for Jesus to deal with. I pray that I can work on accepting Christ’s love like I do Rudolf’s love. I pray that I can see His love washing over me every day as I encounter new situations, new people, etc. I pray that I can realize the “God moments” in every day conversations; that I can see God’s love through the people He has deliberately and directly placed in my life for such a time as this.
            And I will pray you can do that as well. I pray that His love is more real for you than ever before and that everyday the Holy Spirit will guide you to realize God’s love in simple, ordinary situations. I pray that we as a human race can accept God’s love despite our failutres and mistakes just like we accept the love of our parents, friends and spouses after a trial, mistake or hurt.


For the first time in my life, I’m starting to get this whole love thing. You don’t deserve it.  And that’s entirely, 100% ok.

Love you guys! 

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

A very bright February

I wish all February’s could be this bright and warm. Part of me was dreading coming back to Springfield in January because of the gross weather. I had this picture in my mind of me sitting in my dorm room, looking out at the gray clouds from window, and wondering why I ever left Europe. Now, I have to admit I had a few of those moments. But overall, the Lord knew I couldn’t handle the yucky weather on top of a huge transition. So thankfully, we have had one of the warmest winters on record.
            The transition from “there” to “here” has gone better at times than I thought it would, and other times...it has gone worse than I thought it would. One thing that has “sprung” up in my life in the past few weeks is my habit of losing things.

            I have lost my phone (for brief seconds) three times in the past two months, my keys once, a couple of sweaters, my watch twice, and probably a few more things I’m forgetting I’ve even lost. Which just explains the situation even more. I will “lose” these things, then find them in a panic about 20 minutes later. And all of a sudden I feel like I won the lottery and am so thankful for the thing I just lost that I swear I will never let it go again. Until I lose it again the next week. How crazy is the rush of relief you feel when you find one of these treasures possessions? It’s like… “phew, the whole world is now ok since I have my …you fill in the blank”. Side note: How must God feel…we are said to be His most precious possessions, his greatest treasures…and I feel like he loses us all the time. Lately he has lost me to my grades, relationships, busyness, my phone (sadly) and more. He loses me daily when I put my trust in so much besides Him. How excited, relieved, comforted must he feel when he gets to hold one of His most treasured possessions again, even if it’s just a short time before the stupid thing walks off again thinking that it has everything together…ok a stretch, but still.

 I have forgotten my watch in the gym, gone to sleep that night and woken up at 6AM in a panic realizing that it’s gone… Ran down to the gym and found out that some angel of a human turned it in for the idiot that left it in by her treadmill. I have left my phone at a basketball game where I was sitting, gone to my room…realized I didn’t have it, retraced my steps back over the entire day. Which included going to the cafeteria, crying, begging some poor lunch lady to let me use her phone to call my own, and then running  back to the gym and seeing my faithful friend Alyssa holding my phone and smiling.

I have had some hilarious irrational thoughts during my “lost” moments. Which include , “Well ill just sell my clothes and buy a brand new iPhone and won’t tell mom and dad”. “How much money do they give you for plasma?” “It’s fine I don’t need keys to drive that car anyway, I’ll save some gas money”. “Maybe I can talk my parents into another iPhone two months after they gave me a brand new one..??” (that one I always ended up laughing after)…that usually followed with, Ok I don’t really need to go home again..its not like they’ll ever know the difference.

How in the world did this girl travel overseas, keep her passport, her money and her ID at all times? After doing some long inner dialogues about “getting it together”, I’ve realized part of the problem. Overseas, I didn’t have the option to lose everything I am now losing. I NEEDED to operate independently; I needed to function on my own. I remember always checking for my passport, money, phone (until it got stolen lol), everywhere I went. I was very aware of my surroundings and conscious of the things important to me. When you get comfortable, that’s when things…like a stolen iPhone, a lost watch, another lost iPhone..happen.

Another hard part of being back in the states is having my parents “close”. They are still three hours away, but compared to an ocean away, they are in my backyard. So when Bailey can’t figure out her  router for the internet in her new dorm room…of course that means she can call Dad, cry and not understand why he can’t come fix it. Or call Mom during the down points of the day every couple of hours…just because. Or feel a lack of purpose. Because of the monotony.

            After having a come to Jesus moment with my mom, that I wasn’t really thankful for at the time, I have realized just how COMFORTABLE I have gotten. Comfortable, complacent, bored. You know those cute baby sloths that you see on YouTube..that’s kind of how I saw myself…Well Bailey, you’re not traveling to Spain this weekend, so why don’t just be complacent, worry about your future, and be sad your home. Thankfully, through my mom’s talk and a few encouraging words from friends...over the last month I have been able to “snap back” into it. I have a PURPOSE here. And I am beginning to realize it. I have new friends to get close to, precious baby girls to lead in K-life, and a wonderful growing relationship with an awesome man.

A few weeks ago, me and a couple of friends decided to start a Bible study on campus one night a week, to help us be more accountable with each other, to lift each other up, and to learn more about our Father together. How much this group has blessed me I cannot tell you. It’s so neat to see the Lord bring together people at a certain time for a certain reason….so we can help each other and ultimately glorify Him with our lives. I was shocked to see the level of vulnerability girls had with each other from night one. I know this will help our friendships, our walk with the Lord and so much more.

So things I have learned this month.

1.      You are allowed to be independent and grow in that way in America. Not just in Europe where you can’t read the signs.

2.      My roommate Alyssa is one of the greatest people I know. She has made our room a wonderful place to come home to...she helps me find my purpose with the Lord each day.

3.      Classes are harder in America.

4.      On the weekends, it is ok to sit and do nothing with friends. Just because you are not traveling doesn’t mean you aren’t being productive. Good relationships are evidence of productivity.

5.      I love my car. Don’t ever let me leave her again.

6.      I miss speaking French and am really thankful for my French classes here on campus…I love that language with a new vibrancy.

7.      You can have a long distance relationship overseas. It absolutely sucks at times, but its SO worth it.

8.      And it is completely ok to make a countdown until you see that person starting over two months before they come. Because now we are at 3 days! (Rudolf comes Friday!)

9.      Counseling is good for the soul, still. Hallelujah for professional advice and people you can be completely honest with.

10.  I actually do have friends on campus…the Lord provides. Always. Even when your desperately afraid about something.

Anyway, that’s enough for now. Rudolf comes in three days and we are headed out on a full scale American Roadtrip, rodeos, burger joints, and blues concerts included. Should be pretty fun.



Remember that you are His valued possession today, and that He is always searching for you! And desires so much to hold you, take care of you, and not leave you by the treadmill again J



Love you all!